Like so many of the softcore porn novels of the late '50s and '60s, this one's a dark crime story. Jim Devlin has just been released from prison, where he's served 8 years for something he didn't do, something that resulted in the death of his wife. Now he's returned to the small town where it happened, determined to find out why three women lied on the witness stand and got him sent to prison. And why his wife died.
Devlin is relentless in pursuit of the answers, no matter how many people try to stop him and no matter what the consequences are for everyone concerned, including himself. His life no longer means anything to him. Only his revenge matters. Naturally in a book like this, the revenge-taking involves sex. Lots of sex. But it's all integral to the plot. Well, maybe not, but most of it is. Sort of.
Speaking of the plot, it's not going to be a great strain on anyone to figure out pretty much what's going on as soon as the culprits are introduced, but the book is very readable, anyway. Nobody ever depicted raw emotion better than Whittington, and this book is packed with it. And when it came to moving a plot along, Whittington was also tops. I probably won't read all or even most of the missing 38 books that I have, but now and then I can't resist picking up something by Whittington. This time, Flesh Avenger was the one.
